I'm homesick everywhere I go, but England has a negative effect on my spirit to a profound degree. That trip from Heathrow into London is worse than the flight over there. It's just so grey, and I'm not a pub person, and the traffic in London gives me a heart attack. It's not a comforting place, on any level, to me.
When I came to England, everybody was indoors all the time, and nobody said hello to each other. That was weird.
It was real Cheyenne. I would get the translations the night before, but it was very difficult because it was not like any other language you would be familiar with.
Abraham, a simple farmer, at a word from the Invisible God, marched, with family and stock, through the terrible desert to a distant land to live among a people whose language he could neither speak nor understand! Not bad, that!
Possibly the strangest book ever made, the 'Codex Seraphinianus' is an encyclopedia of an imaginary world, with illegible calligraphy - it is written in an alphabet no one can understand - and surreal drawings of odd beasts and machines.
In The States I would have no edge, no advantage at all.
There is something monstrous in commands couched in invented and unfamiliar language; an alien master is the worst of all. The language of the law must not be foreign to the ears of those who are to obey it.
I don't like Moscow. It's not my city.
Every country has an aspect to it that rubs up people the wrong way.
Maputo is a difficult place to play.
How I'd like to start a new life in a distant land. Not because of racism or politics. But to be in a place that I knew hardly anything about, in a place where I wouldn't even care to know the prime minister's name. A place where names and faces would have no meaning for me.
A scholar is like a book written in a dead language. It is not every one that can read in it.
There is always another way to say the same thing that doesn't look at all like the way you said it before. I don't know what the reason for this is. I think it is somehow a representation of the simplicity of nature.
The reality is that my wife would be pretty upset if I went and bought a plot of land somewhere in Outer Mongolia or the Arctic Circle!
If it's a language you don't understand and you're not concerned with the meanings of the words, your impression comes from how the words look, particularly if the language uses different characters.
Nothing worse than reading a love scene written by your father.
